Bang Ta Dis (Remix) lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Intro: Benzino]
Un, un
Can't hang wit dis
Yo, can't hang wit dis
Can't hang wit dis, b*tch-ass n*ggas

[Chorus: Benzino]
Stop what your doin and slang ta dis
Pull your guns out and bang ta dis
We don't give a f*ck if you hate and sh*t
You b*tch n*ggas still can't hang with dis

[Hook 4x: Benzino]
Blood, slugs, murder, jail
pus*y, drugs, power, bail

[Prodigy]
n*gga, I throw you in the shark cage - straight Mobb n*gga
And n*gga P ain't playin no games, f*ck with 'em
I have you n*ggas runnin around with shails
I have you n*ggas buyin guns, for real
Pattin on 'em, might pop up and lay things down
You absolutely right, n*ggas get laid out
n*ggas is out they head going at me
n*gga you ready to die, I'm ready to squeeze
f*ck it, I ain't backing down or backing up
I got that bomb sh*t - you get blowin up
When my razor touch ya head, neck and face
And I'ma give you that shot, rest in peace
[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Benzino]
I spend my whole life tryin to get paid for this
I watched Rock get slayed for this
I kept it gangsta - n*ggas.. don't.. want.. it
Betta yet, motherf*ckers can't take it
Strike back so there whole squad suffer
Attack n*ggas til they can't get enough of...
I got RSO blood in my vein
Made Men take it there, for see no pain
I run with n*ggas that see no pain
And c*ck them things, dip quick in the Range
Unsolved murderers, cold case n*ggas
Undescribable, when we squeeze those triggers
Invisible like night glove
Shine like a nickel four-fifth, b*tch slang to this, c'mon

[Hook]

[Bars & Hooks]
Yeah, it's real ill when a classic album drop
But it's real f*cked up when a classic album flop
And your sweet dreams turn into nightmares - your plans get crushed
It seems like the grands been flushed
But since it's all for diniero, you can't give up
We gotta keep hope alive and, keep strivin
Keep scribin, and don't give up til we Diamond
If any n*gga get in our way squeeze iron
[Bars & Hooks]
Yeah, we gang bang him, we shoot him til we dyin
Act like a n*gga said "Bars", and empty out fry him
Shoot that n*gga, cut that n*gga til we dyin
Cause he wanted to lay down, and we couldn't deny him
So n*gga, get up out or way, we don't play
Ain't no n*gga, ain't no b*tch, ain't nobody I won't spray
You n*ggas is ass, my n*ggas is Made, y'all mens is two throat, my n*ggas is too big
Who want it? Come bring it, let's bang, motherf*cker

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Benzino]
Boston, New York, bang ta dis
Philadelph-e-a just slang ta dis
North and South Carolina bang ta dis
Chi-town, L.A., just slang ta dis
Conneticut, Providence, bang ta dis
D.C., Detroit, just slang ta dis
Cleveland, Oakland, sland ta dis
ATL, Texas, bang ta dis
New Orleans, Tennessee, just band ta dis
MIA, Jersey, hang ta dis
Baltimore, Pittsburgh, just slang ta dis
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